An alarm-clock started beeping and I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling.  What the…I wasn’t in my room.  I looked to both sides and realized I was in the room of Jerry and Tessa, my oldest sister. 

I looked at the head I was holding down on my cock and wondered who she was.  I let her up for air and she gasped.

“Mmmm, love the taste of your dick, Jer.”

My sister.  Sucking my cock.  What the fuck is going on, I wanted to ask, but I also wanted her to suck me some more.  Or better yet bend over so I could conquer her tight ass.  Her pussy.  Her body.  I knew my oldest sister was sexy (both my sisters were), but I’d never before dreamt of doing anything sexual with her (with them).  And though I knew I should feel bad having had my dick in her mouth, I didn’t.  I wanted it there.  Her tongue and lips and throat and saliva made my dick feel good.

She took my dick (which seemed much bigger than it had before I’d gone to bed as I’d jerked off to mental images of Anne) and began slapping its head against her cheeks and lips. 

“I’m going to make you cum all over me, Jer.”

Why was my sister calling me Jer?  That’s her husband’s name, not mine.  I sat up and she went back to sucking my cock, gobbling it, cupping my balls with her hands, playing with them.  I felt the tip of my dick touch the back of her throat and my breathing quickened.  Behind her, above their dresser, was a mirror.  Looking into it I was shocked to see muscle-bound Jerry staring back.  I moved an arm; Jerry moved an arm.  I smiled and mouthed My dick’s in Tessa’s mouth; Jerry smiled and mouthed the same.

“What the hell?” I said without thinking.

She stopped sucking and looked at me.  “Something wrong?”

What should I say?  I knew I couldn’t tell her that I wasn’t Jerry, because according to her and the mirror I was.  This is one fucked up dream, I thought.  I said: “No.” 

“You want I should ride you?  Let you fuck my cunt?  My ass?”

I couldn’t believe my sister talked to Jerry like this.  But, of course she doesn’t.  I reminded myself that this was a dream, albeit a sick one.  What the hell?  “I want to do you doggy.” 

She smiled, got off her knees, went over to Jerry’s desk, and, placing her hands on its furnished wood, bent over.  “About time! My ass is yours to fuck.  Get that big boy in here,” she said patting her hands on her smooth ass-cheeks, spreading her legs invitingly. 

You got it Sis, I thought as I got off the bed and approached her.  I was actually shorter than my sister, who is a tall, leggy brunette, but Jerry was her height. I grabbed her hips and shoved Jerry’s saliva drenched dick deep, all the way to its root and began pounding mercilessly.

“Ahhhh, God, Jerry!  Keep fucking me like that and we’ll wake Jay!  Go deep and slow.”

I didn’t want to go deep and slow.  Even though a dream, this felt realer than any dream I’d ever had.  It felt like I was actually pounding away at my sister’s ass.  And I liked it.  A lot.  No way am I going to take it easy.  I was still a virgin, a horny 15 year old, skinny (too skinny in my family’s opinion) and awkward.  But now, in this dream, I was 25 year old Jerry and I had his big 9-inch cock in my 22 year old sister’s ass and it was tight and I couldn’t resist fucking her with all the energy I could muster.  I went deep and fast.  I fucked her hard as I could and she screamed in response.

As if from another room I could hear Tessa moaning and screaming with delight as I (as Jerry?) fucked her.  I felt the tightness of her cunt gripping my-Jerry’s cock disappear slowly and then darkness.  I was not unconscious; my eyes were closed and when I opened them I saw the ceiling of my own room and a poster of Jessica Alba staring down at me.  I was drenched in sweat and felt as though I should be panting from exertion and through the wall that separated my room from my sister’s I heard my sister:

“What the fuck, Jer!  You can’t stop now!  You finally let me suck your cock and you finally decide to actually fuck me doggy and you suddenly pull out!  You can’t do this!  It felt so good!”

Jerry’s voice, quiet but audible through the wall: “Honey, you’re my wife.  I don’t feel comfortable having this type of sex with you.  You KNOW that.”

“You felt comfortable a second ago.  Holding my tits and slamming your meat-wagon into me.  What happened?”

Ohmygod, I thought remembering the feel of her breasts in my hands, my dick in her ass, her mouth slurping my tool.  They were Jerry’s, but I remember the feeling.  It was hard to accept but I knew in that moment that somehow I had become my sister’s husband for a time.  Maybe that was why I hadn’t felt guilty fucking her.  No, that couldn’t be it because I still felt no guilt.  I felt no guilt, I realized, because technically it wasn’t incest since I’d fucked her as Jerry.  Don’t get me wrong, if she walked in here now I’d fuck her with this body.  I felt good.  I no longer felt like a virgin.  I wanted to go over there and tell Jerry how stupid he was for not wanting her.  I wanted him to leave her room so I could get my own dick out and continue where I had stopped.   I wanted to fuck her pussy, her ass.  I wanted her. 

It was no dream.

“I don’t know what came over me, Tessa.  I shouldn’t have done it.  It won’t happen again.  I’m sorry,” Jerry said.

My sister: “I WANT it to happen.  I WANT my ass fucked, Jerry.  I WANT to ride you and have you cum all over me.  I WANT to drink it.  I WANT—“

SMACK – Jerry had slapped her.  “We’re married now.  Married people just don’t act like that.  What would our kids say?”

“We don’t have any kids!”

“We will.”

The door slammed as one of them left the room.  I got up and opened my door.  Tessa was in the hall naked and sweaty.  Beautiful.  My dick (MY DICK this time) got hard looking at her glistening body. 

She turned toward me as though sensing my eyes on her.  “Get a good look, brother?”  Her eyes darted to my teepee.  She had no expression as she stood there, chest still heaving from both the argument and having been so severely (but not as thoroughly as either of us would have wanted) fucked just minutes ago.

“Your fucking woke me,” I said.  It was probably the truth.  I felt refreshed as though I had woken just now, but I also felt worked.  My dick felt comfortably used.  But it wasn’t, I knew. 

She blushed.  “Did it turn you on?” she teased, knowing.  “Do these turn you on, Jay?”  She cupped her naturally large (but not too large) breasts together and smirked.  “Find a girl.  Get laid.  God knows you need it if your own sister turns you on.”

“You don’t turn me on,” I lied willing my hard dick to stand down, “but hearing you get fucked does.  I’m fifteen, go figure that hearing a woman moan and scream and begging to drink cum doesn’t turn me on.”

“You’re a creep, Jay.  Get ready for school.  Mom and Dad will be home soon and you better not be here when they do.  And I am not giving you a ride.”

I smiled and said “sure, whatever.”  As I went back to my room I knew she’d be giving me a ride soon, but not the ride she meant.

 

 

At school, during lunch, I kept trying to figure out how I had become Jerry.  I wanted to know if it could be controlled.  I thought of Ryan, the most popular boy.  I looked at him and I concentrated.  I willed it to happen.  Nothing happened.  Just as I was about to give up I had the oddest sensation of staring at Jill Andrews, a Senior who was standing across the cafeteria.  Jill was a knockout 18 year old and every straight boy’s dream and quite a few lesbians’.  As far as anyone knew the only boyfriend she had throughout her four years was Skip Towns who had graduated the year before.  It wasn’t odd that I saw Jill Andrews because I was staring at her.  What was so odd was that even as I saw her across the room I saw her right before me and I heard Ryan’s voice.

            “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the game with me on Friday,” he said.

            “I’m seeing someone,” Jill replied.

            Ryan looked like he was just going to give up (being popular didn’t stop him from being proper and polite), but I wanted him to say

            “He’s off at college, Jill.  Probably fucking someone as we speak.”  These were my words, but Ryan’s voice.

            Ryan looked astonished.  So did Jill.  She also looked furious.  “You want to go to the game?” she asked.  At his nod she said “Fine, we’ll go.  Who knows maybe you’ll get lucky, though I wouldn’t count on it.  It’s not a date, so keep that in mind.”

            “I didn’t mean—“ Ryan began but she cut him off.

            “You’re right.  He is fucking someone else,” she said, the word ‘fucking’ sounding strange coming from her.

            I wanted to say I’ll give you a proper fuck, bitch and Ryan said “I’ll give you a—“ No, I thought, “—a ride at 8,” he finished, looking confused.

            Students began to return to their classes and I couldn’t wait till Friday’s game.  I knew that somehow I could body-jump into Ryan and that would give me the opportunity to fuck Jill.  Hell, I couldn’t wait till tonight when I’d try becoming Jerry again and fuck my sister.  I wanted to cum in and on her since I didn’t have the chance this morning.  I’d have to make sure I stayed asleep during it though (no waking up!) since I didn’t want the nausea that comes with what I was beginning to think of as double-vision (really double-everything) and so I decided I’d buy some ear-plugs or sleeping pills on the way home.

            Jill nodded and picked up her bag. 

I got my own bag and headed to Ms. Kinds’ class.  As I took my seat I wondered if it’d be at all possible to become someone who would be in a position to fuck Emma Kinds.  She was 35, but still sexy, and along with Anne Potter and Jill and countless other girls and women I had fantasized about screwing Emma often.  With this newfound power (I didn’t care where it came from) I realized I could temporarily become whoever I wanted.  With concentration.  Maybe in time I wouldn’t even need to sleep, maybe I could put myself in some sort of trance as I body-jumped.  I thought it’d be ironic to put my-someone’s dick in Emma’s pussy or mouth or ass or between her voluptuous tits seeing as she was our sex-ed teacher.

I’d have to work on it.

 

 

I heard Claire, my other sister, arrive home and wished it was Tessa and Jerry.  Or just Jerry since I knew from reading Claire’s diary that she’d be willing to do anything to please her brother-in-law.  I wouldn’t mind having Claire’s mouth wrapped around my cock, but knew she’d never actually blow me.  That’s why I needed Jerry. 

            I went to sleep taking two sleeping pills.  Finally, around 2am Tessa and Jerry arrived.

            “Honey, talk to me,” Jerry begged.

            “No.  Not after what you did this morning.”

            “I said I was sorry.  I didn’t know what I was doing.”

            “You knew,” she said.  “You dick was a diving board pumping eagerly.  You enjoyed having my lips wrapped around it.  You practically face-fucked me before shoving it in my cunt and now you apologize.”

            Even though I was asleep I knew when they arrived because I kept thinking: Become Jerry, become Jerry.  As soon as they get home, BECOME Jerry, and I found myself staring at Tessa through his eyes.  I didn’t come FORWARD, letting Jerry do the talking while I thought how to proceed.

            “I was someone else this morning, Tessa.  You knew when you married me that I wasn’t sexually adventurous.  You said it was ok, that you’d use your,” he paused, obviously uncomfortable, “toys.”

            “It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t gotten so into it this morning.  I would have stopped and used a toy instead.  But a toy can’t replace the real thing and you gave me the real thing this morning.”

            “I wasn’t myself.”

            “Well I wish whoever you were was here now,” she said and I-Jerry almost smiled.  “You’re sleeping down here on the couch.  Unless you want to get that dick out and finished what we started this morning.” 

She shook her head and started heading up the stairs.  I came FORWARD and said “OK.”

My sister stopped.  Without turning around: “What?”

“I’ll fuck you this once.  I’ll let you suck me and drink my sperm.  I’ll pump your ass, your cunt, your mouth, your tits.  I’ll do whatever you want, Honey.”  It felt weird calling Tessa ‘Honey’, but I was Jerry now and Jerry called her that all the time.  Gotta stay in character, I thought.  Somewhat.

“That isn’t funny.”

“I’m not kidding.  It won’t be a common thing, but I’ll fuck you any way you want just this once.”

She looked into my-Jerry’s eyes, searching for a trace of dishonesty.  “I believe you,” she said.  “Let’s check on Jay, make sure he’s asleep.” 

She went upstairs and I followed in Jerry’s body.  She opened the door to my bedroom and looked in.  “Asleep,” she said.

I looked in and saw myself.  It was disorienting.  “Got a boner,” I said to no one. 

She heard me.  “I wonder what girl he’s banging in his dream.” 

No one, yet, I thought.  Soon, though, I’ll be banging you, Sis.  Before going to sleep I had wrote a note and taped it to the wall next to my door.  As Jerry I picked it up and read: SIS.  I TOOK SLEEPING PILLS SO IF YOU AND JERRY WANT TO FUCK IT WON’T WAKE ME.  BE AS NOISY AS YOU WANT.  – JAY   “Considerate of your brother, Tessa.  You like it rough, right.  Well, then I’ll fuck you as rough as you want.”

I could easily tell that my sister thought Jerry was acting strange but as I unzipped her husband’s pants and pulled out his dick – rock-hard with my anticipation – she smiled greedily and took it in hand, stroking it. 

“I’m going to fuck YOU, husband.  Hard.  Fast.  Ferociously.  Think of it as punishment, if you don’t enjoy it.  Or as a promise of what our love-life could be like every night if you do.”

It felt good having her hands pump away at my new big dick, but I’d rather be pumping away at her, so I said: “Let’s go.  You need a good fucking and this time I’m going to give it to you completely.”

Entering their bedroom I had to control myself from throwing my sister onto the bed and taking her there and then.  I would be patient. 

I undressed.  She undressed.  Once naked we looked at each other and I pointed to my dick (it was becoming more and more difficult to think of it as Jerry’s seeing as anything that happened to his body I felt).  “I enjoyed the blowjob this morning, Tessa.  Maybe you could start by giving me another.”

She looked surprised but eager.  “I thought you didn’t like my sucking your cock,” she said getting on her knees as I sat on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t like the idea of it per say, but I can’t deny it feels good!”

Her mouth lowered to the offered dick and I felt her slobber and I told her that I wanted to face-fuck her. She nodded with the dick still in her mouth and I happily placed my hands on the back of her head and began thrusting into her mouth, hammering her throat with his ‘meat-wagon,’ as she’d called it.  Removing one hand, I placed it on her right breast squeezing it, kneading it with her husband’s powerful fingers.

I felt her tongue sliding up and down my shaft as I fucked her throat.  Holding her down as I came, I made certain that she swallowed my cum.  Then, letting her up for air I said: “Now let me do you doggy again, bitch.”

            My sister was breathing hard after the face-fucking I just gave her and she panted out: “You never talk dirty to me, Jer.  You OK?”

            “Never better,” I replied as she assumed position.  I aimed and entered her cunt, savoring the tightness I remembered from the morning.

            I fucked her in this fashion for about twenty minutes, before pulling out and entering her again, her ass this time.  (Jerry’s stamina – or the stamina I had while in his body – was more than I was accustomed to and my dick felt painfully wonderful as I hammered away at my sister’s tight ass).  Finally, I pulled out and flipped her over.  I forced her legs apart and slid in.  “You like that!?  Huh?  You like my cock?”

“God, YES, I LOVE it!”

In my wildest dreams I never actually thought I’d be this lucky.  Not when I was still only 15 years old.

            We rolled over so she was on top and true to her word she fucked me.  I lay there as she straddled my midsection; I was hypnotized by her bouncing tits and her pussy gripping my cock like a vise.

            I came inside her, but she wasn’t satisfied yet and continued riding me screaming out “God, God, God, GOD YES,” panting and squirming on top of me.  Finally I felt her shudder as she came.

            Exhausted, we stopped and I told her to suck my dick some more.  She did and soon I was no longer limp.  I noticed that she was getting sleepy after her good orgasm and after cumming on her face and in her mouth I let her sleep.

            I willed myself to reenter my own body, but I couldn’t.  “Guess I have to wait until I’m no longer asleep.  Though, I could probably go and wake myself up.”  I got Jerry dressed and left the room, heading towards my own.  As I got to my door though, I heard the TV from downstairs and thought Claire.  I was still Jerry and Claire would willingly fuck him and I thought What the hell, Jay, give it a shot.  I went downstairs.

            Claire is shorter than Jerry, but not by much.  She is a blonde and has a beautiful model-like body.  She was wearing only a bathrobe and her hair was wet from a shower.  My new dick grew hard just looking at her.

            “Hey Claire,” I said.

            “Jerry.  Want to watch a movie with me.”

            “Sure.”  I sat down next to her, closer than Jerry ever would have.  She smiled at me shyly and I knew that tonight would not be the night.  Soon we would though.  Yes, soon.

            “Actually, I’m kind of tired.”  I got up and prepared to leave but Claire stopped me.

            “I heard you two fucking up there.  I never knew you were into that stuff,” she said.

            “What stuff?”

            “Whatever made Tessa scream like that.  She really enjoyed herself.”

            I took a chance: “You could be enjoying yourself right now too, Claire.”

            She looked at me and I couldn’t read her expression.  She smiled and said: “I’d like that.” 

Her hand started rubbing Jerry’s dick through his cotton pajamas and it rose to attention.   Prepared for the deed I took her by her shoulders and climbed on top of her, my dick protruding from the front slit in the pajamas.  She squirmed out of her bathrobe and I entered her hard. 

We had been fucking for perhaps five minutes before the sensation left me and I woke up in my room.  I hate this goddamn timing! I thought as the sensation of my sister’s juicy cunt disappeared.  I hurried out of my room, went downstairs and saw Jerry and Claire, naked, on the couch.  Jerry continued humping his sister-in-law for a few more seconds, obviously disoriented but enjoying himself nonetheless, and then climbed off her.  He had an amusingly appalled expression as he looked at Claire who was panting and shifting position, her eyes closed, lips smiling.

“Claire, I can’t do this.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him.  “You just were.”

“I know, but I can’t cheat on her.”

“Jer,” she said using our older sister’s nickname for him, “Tessa’d fuck another guy like THAT” she snapped her fingers “if you hadn’t screwed her tonight.”

“You’re probably right, but I can’t cheat on her.”  He left, ignoring her pleas for him to come back, to finish banging her. 

I hid as he came upstairs.  I wanted to get back in bed, repossess his body and get that dick back in my sister.  Instead, after Jerry had gone into his and Tessa’s bedroom, I went downstairs.  Claire still had her bathrobe off and had just begun masturbating, slipping her fingers into herself.

“Hi Sis,” I said.

She stopped and tried to cover herself up but I was standing on her bathrobe and she couldn’t get it free. 

“Pretty girl like you shouldn’t need to use her own fingers.  I could help.”  I didn’t care that she was my sister and that if she should by some miracle go for this I’d be truly having incest.  All I cared about was fucking her. 

She looked at me for a long time before leaning back and spreading her legs. 

“I don’t have any condoms,” I said with regret, with hope that was fulfilled when she replies, “Fuck me bareback, then.”

I didn’t need any further urging; I practically jumped on her getting my dick out of my boxers and into her.  As I slid in I was thankful that when I was Jerry I hadn’t cum in her, but knew I would give her some of my own soon.   I went in deeper with each stroke, hammering her faster and faster, causing her to moan and pant and wrap her legs around my waist, clinging to me, keeping me in. My dick, when fully aroused (like it was then), is a proud 5 inches; I gave it all to Claire, stretching her walls with my deep strokes.  “I’m going to fuck you so hard, sister dear!” I said watching her mouth open wide in an O of pleasure and pain. 

“God, YES.  Jay I want you to fuck me, fuck me, give it to me harder, oh God!”  Her nails dug into my back and slid to my ass, pushing me ever deeper.

I complied happily.  Pounding and pounding.  Just as I was about to explode (Claire had already had two orgasms) I pulled out and she took me in her mouth and, my dick the straw, sucked my juices out. 

“You taste good, Jay.”

“Thanks, Sis.” 

She sucked my dick some more and soon I was ready for seconds.  This time she offered me her ass and I mounted her.  Having my own dick inside a woman was more exciting than using Jerry’s even with his increased size. 

Just as we got a steady rhythm going (I’d force myself all the way in and then pull out so that only the tip of my dick was in her, waited a moment, and then pushed it back in as hard I could and as deep as physically possible) we heard a door open upstairs and our sister’s voice say “Claire, you down there?” 

My sister was startled and jerked beneath me and I popped out of her. 

“We can’t let her see us.  Hide.”

“Maybe she’d join.”

“Hide.”

We hid in the closet and through its door’s slits we saw Tessa walk towards the television and turn it off.  She looked at Claire’s discarded bathrobe and picked up my boxers with a frown.  “What’s going on here?” I heard her mutter. 

Inside the closet, I couldn’t resist placing the head of my still hard cock at the entranceway to Claire’s cunt.  I pushed it in, none too gentle, and my sister put her hands on my shoulders and whispered for me to be quiet. 

“You’ll be making any noise that comes from this closet,” I whispered sliding in deeper. 

She gasped.  I began pumping at her hard.  Just as I emptied my load deep within her, the closet door opened and Tessa stared at us.  Claire looked at our sister guiltily, but I just looked at her and saw her naked, another potential fuck.  I pulled my sopping cock out of Claire’s pussy, leaving a trail of sperm that dripped out of her and down her thighs.  Giving Tessa a smile I stepped forward causing her to step back.  My dick, stiff with thoughts and remembered sensations of fucking my oldest sister, was hard and swung left and right invitingly. 

“You want some too?”

She fled and I was left with sweaty Claire.  I turned back to my sister and offered her my dick; I wanted her to suck on it some more, but she was tired, sore, and guilty. 

She left and I went back to my room spent but not fully satisfied. 

 

I awoke believing it a dream that I had in which I fucked Claire and offered my dick to Tessa.  But immediately I felt the ache of a dick spent pounding at flesh and knew I really had been in my sister’s pussy, ass, and mouth.

            I wanted more. 

            Concentrating on Jeremy I soon transferred myself into him and found myself already at work.  Jeremy worked at a hospital and at the time I became him was talking with a blond nurse whose nametag read Cindy. 

            Cindy had humungous breasts that looked delicious beneath her tight nurse’s uniform; she also had long legs that I immediately wished were wrapped around me. 

“Hey, Jer,” Cindy said.  “I missed you last night.”

I looked at her with Jerry’s eyes and said nothing.

“Remember?  You were supposed to ditch your wife and come over to my place.  I was going to give you a good fuck.”

So this is where he goes instead of to his wife.  “I got tied up.  Sorry.”

“Always tonight.  Better yet, I have a break at noon.  Meet me in the lounge, we’ll lock the door, and have ourselves a party.”

I could hardly wait.  My borrowed dick stiffened in anticipation.

Not knowing a thing about medicine I was at first worried, but soon realized that Jerry’s role at the hospital was more of a nurse trainer.  All he, all I had to do was sit in his office and pretend to be doing paperwork of some sort and I was left well enough alone. 

Cindy came by around 12:10 and entered without knocking.  “What’s with you,” she demanded.  “I thought you wanted to fuck me in all the positions your wife won’t tolerate.” 

Tessa likes ALL positions.  What the hell!  Then, What the hell, and I smiled.  “I do, it’s just I lost track of time.  Look, lock the door, get your ass over here and lift that skirt up.  I want to fuck you here and now.”  I unzipped my fly and Jerry’s big dick popped out stiff as a flagpole.  “Get on your knees, slut.” 

Cindy had a wicked smile as she did as I instructed.  I tore her panties aside as I positioned my dick and shoved.  “Oh, baby,” I moaned watching it enter.  Then I picked up speed and began fucking her in earnest.  It was great.  I loved the sound of my balls slapping her ass cheeks and feeling her clench around my shaft.  I loved her screams and her sexy voice urging me faster, deeper, and harder. 

I pulled out with a plop and flipped her over.  Her legs parted and I climbed between them.  I needed this!  Soon her legs were wrapped around my waist and her nails were digging into my ass.

And then, annoyingly, I was me again.